Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not wanting to piss her off, not even das maus.
The knives were hung by the bedside with care,
In hopes that someone stupid soon would be there.

The Anahi nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of weaponry danced in her head.
And Nahi all tired with lemonade nightcap,
Had just settled her brain for a long Morning’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Scowling she grabbed her blades and flew like a flash,
Threw on her only robe and tightened the sash.